Rick Ross - Yella Diamonds lyrics

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My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds

My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds

Nineteen for the whole thang

Walk up out the trap nigga it’s bling bling

I’m back to trappin’ like I’m ‘posed to, nigga

Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, nigga

Chasing my money like I’m Oprah, nigga

From Dade County now mansions and Boca, nigga

Now bring that drama that you spokin’, nigga

Ain’t no water drippin’ out this super soaker, nigga

Go cash a check just like a dolphin, nigga

Chopper city all up out your office, nigga

Study your plays in my office, nigga

A pound of haze’ll make a gangsta off a nigga

You wanna live make an offer nigga

Club LIV is your coffin nigga

My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds

My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds

Nineteen for the whole thang

Walk up out the trap nigga it’s bling bling

I’m whippin’ cake up like I’m Jacob, nigga

Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, nigga

I had to have ‘em custom make it, nigga

You have to dumb it down before you take it, nigga

You know we roll up like Jamaican niggas

No marijuana, talkin bout killin’ these hatin’ niggas

The time is now fuck all the waiting, nigga

I can’t hold back all these Haitian niggas

You know they talkin home invasion, nigga

Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, nigga

First question, where the safe at nigga?

All in your woman face fuck up her makeup nigga

My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds

My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds

Nineteen for the whole thang

Walk up out the trap nigga it’s bling bling

I’m watching me a kilo break up, nigga

Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, nigga

Dead presidents all on my body, nigga

For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body nigga

Teflon Don, John Gotti nigga

God forgives and I don’t, my chopper hit the lotto nigga

Keepin’ it real my chopper chopped a lot of niggas

I pay my dues, dudes get ya done

I pay my fool, here come that murder one

I think it’s time you niggas recognize

Work fifty million so fuck the other side

My nigga you know your chopper’s cold

On the other hand my chopper’s old

All the little head busters swingin’ now

And I buy ‘em all cars off of my yella diamonds